In the garden full of flowers, the graceful dancers danced, and their faces were covered with white feathers and feathers, revealing only the bright and charming eyes, delicate lips and chin.

If you look closely, you will find that these wonderful dancers have a body similar to a woman, or eyes, or lips, or chin.

Nangong Temple came and looked at the sly dancers, some of them slightly fascinated.

"Who is it arranged?"

He looked away and asked Xiao Huangmen behind him.

"Back, these dancers are arranged by Qiulan girl. Qiulan girl said that she is working hard all day, and she is very hard and tired. Qiulan girl sees the flowers in the royal garden, and the fragrance is fragrant. I thought of letting the dancers dance in the royal garden. Note that when you pass by, you can see it by chance, and you can relax."

Xiao Huangmen paused and said softly: "The girl of Qiulan is very concerned about her majesty. Even the slaves have been touched, and they have been touched by the heart of the girl."

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A long figure walked past the Nangong Temple, with a handsome facial features, a sharp outline, a pair of deep pupils, and a straight look at the dancers who are dressed like snakes and lightly dancing.

"The Nanling Majesty is really beautiful, and the back garden has such a colorful butterfly."

When the man came forward, the wide sleeves of the dancers floated from his chest, and the fragrance was fragrant. He suddenly reached out and grabbed it. The dancer danced into his arms in an unstable manner.

The man pinched the dancer's chin, and the deep pupil stared at the dancer's clear, flustered eyes, slightly frowning: "Good familiar eyes."

The sound falls.

His fingers opened the mask of the dancer's feathers in his arms, and a delicate little face appeared in front of his eyes.

He groaned and lost his voice: "Xiao Xiao?"

The dancer is a little confused and wants to push him away: "The son, you admit the wrong person, the slave, not Xiao Yu."

"Hey?" Luo Yuan saw the clear scorpion panicked and said with a smile: "I admit it wrong, you are not Xiao Yu, she is facing danger, and will not reveal the expression of panic like you."

He suddenly turned his head and looked at Nangong and said: "Nanling Majesty, this embarrassing, do you like it? If you don't like it, please reward her to me! I like the fragrance of her body."

The heart was shocked, the clear scorpion floated out of the fog, and looked at the Nangong Temple in a vague way, as if begging him, don't give her away.

Nangong湚 slightly returned to God, and his face was too like Xiao Yu, and he almost admitted his mistake.

When I saw Nangong, I didn’t open my mouth. Two lines of tears flowed out. She bit her lip and trembled slightly in the arms of Luo Yuan. Her dancers were humble and went to the palace to dance. If they were fancy, I have to wait in the evening, and other dancers want to climb the dignitaries, she doesn't want to.

Because, she knows that the power of Nanling, even if it climbed up, is just the fate of being played, just like her sister-in-law, being taken by the dignitaries, brought back to the government, became a family, as long as the people come from the government, who If you look at it, you can play with it.

The appearance of the glamorous appearance can not cover the dirtyness in the bones.

Luo Yuan saw the beautiful girl in her arms crying. He frowned: "What are you crying? Is it not worthy of you?"

He shook his head in fear, and he endured discomfort and fear in his heart: "It is a slave who is not worthy of the son."

Luo Yuan smiled coldly: "Let in front of me, you are looking for death."

His fingers were hard, his arm snorted and broke, her painful screams, tears slamming down.

The rest of the dancers met, and they all fell to the side with fear, some timid, and the body kept shaking.

Nangong 湚 slightly frowns, fingers flick, Luo Yuan arm a hemp, let go of the cockroach.

He came over and reached out and lifted his broken arm. The corner of his eye saw Luo Yuan still want to start, he warned to look at Luo Yuan.

"It hurts a bit, you endure it."

Nangong’s voice was like a string of waves, very nice, not waiting for a nod, his finger moved and took her arm back.

I am grateful to look at the Nangong Temple, and say: "Thank you for your help, and the slaves will be willing to be slaves, and serve them under your arm."

Nangong saw Luo Yuanxin unwilling, nodded, and lightly "Hm".

This time, even if Luo Yuan is unwilling, he will not go to the woman who has accepted the Nangong.

Luo Yuan snorted: "She is not Xiao Yu after all, Nanling Majesty, you accept her, you are not afraid of the time, Xiao Yu will be unhappy?"

Nangong Yi thought of the delicate and pleasing little face, the heart was soft, and even missed, the thin lips were slightly open, and said: "When the baby came, I will send her away."

Luo Yuan haha ​​laughed and looked at his eyes, like a poor worm that would be thrown away at any time: "Well, I am waiting for that day, Xiao Yu is yours, I will return to me."

He doesn't like this screaming girl, but her eyebrows are too much like Xiao Yu. I wanted to bring it back to be a warm bed. After all, Nangong’s loved one is Xiao Yu, Luo Yuan until, Nan Gong will not have to A woman outside Xiao Yu, if not, the harem of Nanling will not be empty for so long.